Novel & Cerita His Muse

“I think my muse resides deep, deep inside you.” “You sure know how to use her in exactly the right way.”

Luckily, Alistar was very perceptive, and he made it a point to indulge in my true passion of the arts, while Leo made an effort with my love of dance. “Collectors dig to find the history because they care enough about what they are buying,” I said, turning my attention back to him, “Isn’t art more pleasurable when you know what inspired it? When you know what kind of struggles or pain served as the artist’s muse?” “You think pain can be a muse?” He lifted his eyebrows. “And here I thought my little mate was the rainbows-and-sunshine type.” I reached out and touched his knee, my fingertips resting lightly against the cool fabric of his suit pants. “Now that is precisely what happens when you

Being in love as an artist is so defeating, so deafening and so beautiful at the same time. My muse is in my head, in my bed, everywhere. In my clothes their scent stays and the walls of my house cave in with the echo of his voice. It's like a noose around the neck that's pulled tighter I write about him. Without even trying, everything I write is about him. Everything I imagine becomes with him, for him or he himself. He'd call me crazy if he read all of it but in my madness, only he resides. So, who really is crazy here? The one that writes or the one that makes?

I said, having Jacob in mind as I ended my reply. "Wow, so there is a muse behind the song. Do we in any way know this muse? Or is it a personal muse?. We fans are dying to know, we want to know the muse that captured your heart to give us a new drop this season," he chimed looking at the cameras as he involved the fans.

The more they say, the more often it is good and the less good it is. "Now that you know me, I promise to do my best for your beloved Rapture Hotel. I'm going to help My Master to bring this palace to the top, not only in Cordova City but also to the whole world. So I shall move on to my next schedule. We'll see you again. " I said, smiling and waving. I was about to turn my back when someone stepped on my foot. Damn! Put the heel on my foot. "Ops sorry." The other muse said as she stepped on my foot.

I forced myself to maintain eye contact and keep my voice steady as I replied, “I’m not sure what exactly it is I’m getting myself into so I’m sorry but I can’t just blindly agree.” A slow smile spread across her smooth face. She looked to be in her late twenties but she was probably older because it was clear she had gotten heavy work done to enhance her facial features. “That’s smart of you to be cautious. I like it.” She looked down and pulled open a drawer before bringing out a strip of printed paper. Then she stretched it out towards me. “Here. It’s an address.” I collected it with confusion prickling through my system. “If you want to know what being my muse entails, come to that addre

He looked nervous and fidgety, his eyes darting back and forth as he cleared his throat to speak. "Adelaide, can I ask you something?" Mino said, his voice hesitant. Adelaide looked up at him, her expression neutral. "What is it, Mino?" Mino took a deep breath before speaking. "My birthday is coming up soon, and I was wondering if... if you could be my muse for the day." Adelaide's expression didn't change, but she didn't respond either. She just sat there, looking at Mino with an unreadable expression.

"I'm curious, what do you mean it's special to you?" My eyes drifted back to the artwork. "This piece is actually my muse," I said, my gaze locked on the beautiful eyes I'd captured. "I was able to perfect them here, but not the others. That's why I won't part with this piece. Just looking at them brings back memories of her."

Marvin probed. "Gosh! I don't even understand any of these things. Who is the muse?" Olivia once again asked, looking a bit pale. "Madamé, the Muse Group is a subsidiary of The organization formed by the Crazy Lady." It also happens to be the first anti-dark forces group. This muse group is dangerous and scheming. I am a leader who I don't know, but I have a computer mindset. He could come up with different strategies and evil plans that would make you doubt your intelligence.

Oh how she longed for yesterday. “What’s her name?” Cassia asked to help distract herself from the longing memories that haunted her. “We were thinking Calliope Musette Arturo’s, because she is our little muse.” Dolios said with a smile not even braking his gaze from her tiny little face. “Calli for short.” Francesca quickly followed up his comment. “That’s a splendid name!” Doctor Snow added. Willow smiled warmly “ Welcome to the light Calli.”